The Pander Empire had withdrawn. Watching the fleet sail away, the soldiers of Azure Wolf Province went mad.
"We won?"
"We beat the Pander Empire?"
"They had three times our numbers!"
"We won! We really won!"
"Hahahaha, I knew it! Believing in the young master was the right choice!"
The soldiers danced with joy. Some cheered, some threw their clothes into the air, and some simply started streaking on the spot.
Though they were all elites, when Norman arrived, they had truly been terrified beyond measure.
With just a few moves from Norman, a ship would either be blasted apart or cleaved in half, and few aboard survived.
Even now, a few lucky survivors were still floating on the water, and some captains hurriedly ordered rescue operations.
Caroso stood proudly in the air, watching the retreating enemies, a faint smile curling at his lips.
They had won. They had truly won!
To be honest, Caroso had not been certain of victory in this battle.
No one could ever guarantee victory in any war.
Still, there was one thing he agreed with about the Corrupted Card: growth came from walking the line between life and death.
After getting to know the Netizens, Caroso had grown much softer, no longer as hard-hearted as before.
The Corrupted Card's possession had allowed him to reclaim some of the feelings he once had.
Over the past year and a half, Caroso had also gone through two dungeons where he narrowly escaped death.
"Young Master, they have withdrawn." Isis Pre came to Caroso's side.
"You did well." Caroso nodded. "Fortunately, you held that person back and kept them from organizing their formation. You saved many of our people."
"Young Master, it was my duty." Isis bowed slightly.
"Let everyone rest properly, but do not let down